๑ hello, welcome to my blog! call me kero. i'm a minor, currently a little busy with school, but i try to be online rather often ⋆ i'm an amateur writer!! any suggestions to improve my writing is appreciated, but i hope it’s decent enough to read ⋆
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๑ honkai: star rail, genshin impact, undertale, madness combat, and more! feel free to req any others though, i’ll see if i can get them done ⋆
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๑ racism, homophobia, sexist, etc. proshippers, pedophiles, basically anything that's pretty gross towards other humans :/
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๑ as a minor, i don't really feel comfortable writing nsfw or anything of the sort. some fics may have suggestive themes, but that will be about it! i don’t have any restrictions on who visits my blog either, but comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
Hii can i request a Lyney x fem!reader where reader is a painter who also has low self esteem and isnt used to compliments (she gets flustered whenever she gets complimented)
Also the reader is very fond of flowers :3
Tysm in advance ^0^
A Perfect Portrait ♡
A/n: I finished this post a while ago, but Tumblr decided not to save all my progress. 🥲
"Is this your painting?"
Lyney pointed towards the canvas you were currently sitting in front of.
You didn't bother looking at him as you knew he was going to say the same thing that everyone else did when they saw art.
They'll go:
"You painted that?"
Or:
"Can you paint me next??"
It annoyed you a lot, especially since they weren't real compliments. You wanted someone to see the effort you put into your art for once.
You looked at the painting of different flowers, wondering what flower you could add next.
Lilacs, cherry blossoms, dandelions, the spider lily, you name it. They were all on there, but you felt like you could add one more thing.
But, what was it...?
Lyney smiled as he walked over to you and stood next to you, admiring the painting.
"Are you stuck on what you should add next?"
You only nodded. You were too deep in your thoughts to make conversation right now.
Lyney smiled at your concentration. He honestly wasn't offended at all by your lack in conversation. It just made him a lot more interested about what you're thinking.
Making a rose appear out of his hat, he carefully slid it in your hair, breaking out out of your trail of thought.
"What are you..-"
You felt the object in your hair.
"A flower..?"
"It's not just any flower m'lady. It's a rose."
Lyney lifted you're chin up slightly and moved his face closer to yours.
"Your painting is really beautiful, m'lady. But I must say, in my eyes, you're a perfect portrait."
Bonus:
You did the whole painting only in an hour, finishing it up with a giant rose in the middle.
But you didn't stop there.
You painted a whole portrait of roses and even drew Lyney in the center.
Why were you drawing someone? You never did that...
Who cares.
You gently touched the rose that still resided in your hair and your cheeks became flushed.
All you knew was that you developed a new feeling.
baby boy came home!! yippee!!! look at my cutie patootie <33
i want to write more for him but i don't want to flood his tag n be annoying.. and i also love my other red haired punching boy heizou.. WHY MUST HOYO MAKE SUCH PRETTY BOYS!? (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡
๑ – summary : hmm.. you've seen him in the cage, around boulder town.. but how would luka act if he was yours?
๑ – notes : aka, i love luka strongarm and i want him!! to kiss me!!! this is also a way for the gacha gods to give me him on one ten pull - i need to save my tickets for il 😭 also, first time trying to write headcanons - i'm hoping it's the right terminology for this 💀
๑ – relationship : luka x reader
๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who would stare longingly at you whenever you turn your attention to someone else while he's in the cage. he can't show off if you're not watching him, after all.
๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who’s arms snake around your waist when you’re still not paying attention, and he gives you one of his gross, sweaty hugs. even as you swat him away and scold him for being sticky, he can never resist your adorably red cheeks every time he does it.
๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who admires you as you lean in close to clean him up, your callused fingers leaving trails of fire against his bare skin even as his wounds sting and his body aches from being beaten in the cage. even though he wins, doesn't mean he's invincible.
๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who’d be unable to fall asleep when you’re laying next to him. he’s too busy admiring you - the curve of your face, your pretty nose, the rise and fall of your chest.. every part of you, he worships you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.
๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who’d hate to see you cry. that’s no fair - why is his gorgeous partner have all those messy tears on their pretty face? no, no, not on his watch. he’d spend hours and hours - pulling silly faces, making you food, being at your beck and call - until he hears your melodic laughter once more.
๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who’s most definitely whipped for you, and he isn’t afraid to show it. he’d buy (and wear) those stupid matching shirts for you, like his says ‘i’m with sexy’ and yours would say ‘i’m sexy’ 😭 (THIS ONE IS DUMB I'M SORRY)
๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who forever reassures you. he’s yours as much as you’re his. jealousy shouldn’t be an issue, because even if you don’t see it, everyone else sees how he follows behind you like a sad puppy when you’re ignoring him
(“luka, honey, are you.. crying?” “NO.. it’s just sweat..” (he is definitely crying.))
GACHA GODS PLEASE LET MY BABY BOY COME HOME EARLY.. I FARMED FOR HIM AND EVERYTHING (ó﹏ò｡)
๑ – synopsis : luka is your best friend. he is probably, if not, the best fighter in the underworld you know too. however, as of late, it seems he's been getting a bit too distracted in the cage, causing for some.. less than sightly injuries that you normally patch up without a second thought. you can excuse it maybe once or twice, but almost every single time he's in a fight? you need to find out what's up with this blockhead yourself.
๑ – notes : tbh, luka hasn't really come out yet and it's kind of ironic that i'm posting this right after the 1.2 livestream soo.. ehe. however, i took one look at him in his drip marketing and i fell in love♡ btw, reader is kind of mean in this but it's just cuteness aggression or whatever :P
๑ – relationship : luka x reader
๑ – w/c : 1085
"hold still, idiot."
"ow! hey, i'm trying- why're you being so rough?!- oww!"
LUKA whined as you huffed in annoyance, pulling harshly at the gauze you were wrapping around his heavily bruised arm. "you weren't complaining when you let yourself get beat up in the cage, were you?"
the redhead beside you pouted, letting you tug his arm around as you skillfully wrapped up the area where he had been rammed into by an automaton spider, and your gaze quickly flits to the second wound he sustained - a deep gash in his side, caused by an automaton grizzly's blade.
"i didn't let them beat me up, i just.. y'know, got distracted." luka averted his gaze, sweat-dropping as he saw your irritated glower in the corner of his eye. "got distracted, you say?"
you cross your arms, raising a suspicious brow as you look him up and down. luka's fiery locks are disheveled, void of the hair tie that keeps it up. his bright cerulean eyes are now tinged with the slightest hint of embarrassment, and similar to his hair - his face is flushed bright red.
"uh.. yes..?" he almost questions, and you let out another exasperated sigh, lightly flicking his mechanical arm and earning a small thnk noise as you do. you continue to pepper small talk and scoldings as you return to the task at hand, reaching to your side to pluck the bottle of rubbing alcohol off the floor, applying a generous amount to a small cotton pad before starting to clean off the cut.
luka winces, but falls silent, and you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your head as you work. once his wound is clean, you press the gauze against the gash and get to work yet again, meticulously wrapping up the wound and making sure it's tight.
"so, tell me what you were distracted by." you start to speak, and his eyes widen, blinking almost dumbly. it'd be cute if you weren't annoyed with him right now - how many times this week has he gotten distracted in the middle of a fight?
"h-huh..? what do you mean?" he chuckles, still not meeting your eyes. his avoidance of confrontation somehow fuels your irritation, so you gently reach over to pinch his cheek, redirecting his gaze towards you.
"you heard me, luka," you lean in closer, studying his bandage adorned mien with a critical eye, and you swear his face seems to glow brighter at your proximity. "what distracted you this time?"
luka tries to pull his head away, but you only tighten your grip, and causes his face to scrunch up as you squish his (strangely smooth) cheeks. "o-oh, you know, the usual stuff.. the lights were pretty bright- t-the noise!-" "luka."
at your commanding tone, luka's eyes flicker to yours - once, twice - before his adam's apple bobs, and he clears his throat. then, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, akin to that of a man in a desert with no water. or, well, in his case, a man suffering from insanely fast heart palpitations. you sigh heavily at his bulging eyes and panicked expression. "luka, if you don't want to tell me-"
"you. i was distracted by you."
...
the silence that follows is thick enough to slice with a blade, and he's stopped trying to meet your now dumbfounded gaze. "it's stupid, i know," luka sighs after a moment, looking like a kicked puppy. "sorry for making this so awkwa- mph!-"
you stop his incessant rambling by squishing his cheeks slightly harder, and his lips twist as he gives you an incredulous look. "..you idiot.." you mutter, voice uncharacteristically gentle as your eyes soften at his expression.
"i'm sorry." luka pouts slightly, and you swear, nothing's holding you back anymore. the next moment, you've leaned even closer, and you've planted a small kiss on one of the bandages on his stupidly adorable face. luka's bright pink, but the sulk that had once adorned his face had now turned into the biggest, dumbest grin you've ever seen in your life.
"whatever," you roll your eyes, but luka can see the slight blush that tints your own cheeks, and the fact that you can't hide your own small smile either. "you know, if i was distracting you while you were in the cage, you could have told me. i would have stopped coming so you could focus."
now that gets luka's attention, because just like a switch was flipped, he's back to whining playfully, and his mechanical arm reaches over to grab your wrist. "and have my lucky charm miss out on me absolutely kicking ass in the ring? no way!"
you deadpan. he really has a way of confusing you - going from droopy puppy to a golden retriever in seconds. he notices your look, and his grin turns cheeky, nudging your side. "i never said being distracted by you was a bad thing. i would lose all my fights if it meant seeing your pretty face every second of the day."
you blink, a little stunned by his confession, but you shake it off with a sigh. well, it seems he was all patched up, and judging from his flirty comebacks, he was feeling well again.
"you seem better already. i guess i'll take my leave, then-" "not yet!"
luka's grip tightens on your wrist, and you wince as the metal digs into your skin. he notices, and quickly lets up a little. "you still haven't given me an answer." now this confuses you even more, and your brows furrow. "wha-"
luka cuts you off by pressing his own kiss to your cheek, and now it's your turn for your face to turn the color of his hair. you stare at each other, his eyes glinting with mischief whilst yours reflect utter confusion.
and then, luka gets a roll of bandages to the face.
"ouch! come on, (y/n)!"
"shut up, you moron."
and even as luka whines about how you've 'injured his heart,' and that 'you'll need to heal him again with more of your sweet kisses' - you can't fight back against the affectionate smile that spreads across your face.
luka pauses as he sees you, openly smiling at him instead of hiding your face, or glaring at him as he normally sees you doing. so, he matches your look, and leans in to gently nuzzle your cheek with his nose.
"see what i mean? you're way too pretty to not be a distraction."
⋆ 𓏲 𓂅 ๑ 𓍼 𓏲 ⋆
hope you enjoyed reading!! likes + reblogs are greatly appreciated. feel free to drop any requests too!! but i'm still learning how tumblr works so (╥ᆺ╥；)
๑ – synopsis : you can’t help it. seeing dan heng sitting next to you so peacefully reminds you of why you’ve fallen so hard for the guard of the astral express.
๑ – notes : first time posting on tumblr + writing for dan heng!! i’m a massive simp for him so this is just a teensy bit indulgent but i can’t help it, he’s just so gorjuss i am WHIPPED for this man
๑ – relationship : dan heng x reader
๑ – w/c : 1526
DAN HENG was not a confrontational man.
that’s why, when you just so happened to stumble across the faint light peeking out from under the archive room door, he didn’t mind when you let yourself inside. nor did he mind when you sat yourself down beside him after plucking a random book off the ground - a fairytale, one you weren’t really interested in.
instead, your eyes scan the frame of the man sitting beside you, his soft breathing mixed with yours the only noise in the room, minus the gentle rumble of machinery as the astral express moved through the galaxy. you’re so lost in thought, your voice bubbles past your lips before you have the chance to even think about what you’re going to, and have just said.
"you're gorgeous."
the words tumble past your lips before you can properly comprehend them. he didn't even seem to notice, if not for the gentle dust of pink across his cheeks and tips of his ears. dan heng was quietly reading beside you before you decided to suddenly compliment him.
"hm?" was his nonchalant response, misty blue-green eyes flickering to your face for a second. the moment your eyes meet, there's a quick jolt of electricity that sparks between you both, dispelled as quickly as it came as his eyes return to the words across the script he quietly read.
"i'm what?" His clear crisp voice rings out in your head. you half acknowledged his sound of curiosity beforehand, still reeling from the embarrassment of admitting that dan heng was gorgeous in your eyes.
you couldn't help it - who could, really. just looking at dan heng, the way his onyx hair fell across his forehead as his head tilted down towards his book, the silken strands framing his gentle jawline. within the bathe of the milkyway shining down upon his skin from the window of the archives room, dan heng looks like he was taken out of the fairytale book that's nestled comfortably in your lap. a prince charming of his own design.
"..will you not elaborate? hm, very well." and just like that, he's dropped the topic. you don't know whether to sigh in relief or be a little disappointed that he didn't push it further, but you know that dan heng wasn't usually one for confrontation. at least, that's what he made it seem to you.
for now, though, all it seems you can do is continue to read the story you had lost interest in a long time ago. it was easy to lose interest in anything when the most gorgeous man you've ever laid eyes upon is sitting right beside you, reading as if he's unaware of this fact. probably because he is.
you wonder if dan heng is actually aware of all the times he's caught your eye, if he's aware of how he makes your heart seize so violently in your chest when he casts a soft glance in your direction. half the time, you're praying you don't die of a heart attack because that's just what he does to your heart - he has his hand wrapped around it and he doesn't even realize.
the soft sigh that leaves your lips afterwards makes you realize, finally come to terms with it. 'dan heng will never be yours,' because how can a man of such intelligence and grace ever like you?
just before your self-deprecating thoughts can swallow you whole, the gentlest brush of fingers against your own cheek makes you jump. you snap out of your reverie with little fanfare, lips slightly parted as you make eye contact with dan heng. this time, neither of you look away.
"you seem troubled tonight," his warm breath gently fans your face, and you're now acutely aware of how close he is to you. "is everything alright?"
you pause before you give your answer, wondering what you can say to him. you're distracted, because with his face so up close, you can see every inch of his stoic yet gentle expression. "y-yeah." you curse yourself for stuttering - can you really not control yourself around him?
but dan heng finds it amusing, as the corner of his lip quirks upwards before it settles back into a line. "very well," he pauses, his eyes scanning your face a little more intently, "if there is anything bothering you.."
"no, no! really, i'm fine." you manage to force out, giving him a half-hearted smile to go along with it. "i'm just.. thinking." that should do it, you think to yourself. he wouldn't pry, because dan heng is not a confrontational man. at least, that's what you would think...
"thinking.. and that requires you to stare holes into my face whenever i'm not looking?"
"ghK-" the noise that you make sounds like you've just choked on a bone, eyes widening to the size of planets as your face flushes crimson in seconds. "of course not! what makes you think.. w-what makes you.."
the words you were crafting meticulously in your head dies on your tongue as dan heng inches closer. he's no longer holding his book. rather, his arm has made its way over your lap, effectively trapping you in place.
"what makes me think..?" your jaw clicks shut as you dry gulp hard, bottom lip trembling as his face inches closer once again, close enough to smell his scent, the faintest hint of maple and newly opened books. a strange combination, but one that makes your heart practically leap out of your chest.
"i think.. that you have something to confess to me." your breath hitches in your throat as his nose touches yours. his lips, they're right there. inches away from yours. you let out a soft exhale, squeezing your eyes shut as you carefully lean in.
just as the gap barely shortens between you both, the sound of the archive room door slamming open makes you both jolt. in the midst of your panic, dan heng's head moves backwards, but yours moves forwards with the momentum, and your lips collide with his nose instead.
a familiar pink haired girl stands at the doorway, her blue eyes sparkling as she excitedly calls out for the male that had you held in his arms at that exact moment. "dan heng, have you seen-"
march's grin drops a little at the sight of the both of you. dan heng is clutching his nose, propped up against one arm as you frantically apologize over and over, hands flailing as you basically landed on top of him in the struggle.
"uhh.. you guys just.. finish up in here, okay?" march smiles, her hand flying to her mouth to suppress her giggles as she slowly slides the door shut.
"i'm so sorry- oh my god!" you feel tears pricking your eyes out of embarrassment as dan heng hisses, slowly moving his hand away from his nose, where a small, almost minuscule bruise has begun to form.
"it's fine.. leave it to march to never knock before entering.." dan heng grumbles, his cheeks tinted a soft pink as you bury your head into your hands. "i'm so sorry.." you apologize again, feeling the heat radiating off of you as a gentle gloved hand touches your shoulder.
"really, it's okay.." you peek through the cracks of your fingers, and you see his eyebrows are scrunched in concern. the guilt weighs on you along with the embarrassment, and you sigh miserably at the failed chance to kiss the man of your dreams.
rather, you feel a warmth brush your cheek, like a maple leaf falling against your skin. you barely have time to react before dan heng has leaned in, pressing the warmest of kisses against your soft skin. "there. now we're even."
your mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for breath, and you can see his almost teasing smile before a dumb grin spreads across your own face. his position shifting slightly, enough to give you space to properly sit on his lap, was all the invitation you needed.
your lips collided with each other again and again until you both could hear nothing but the mechanical whirring of the archive room fading into nothingness around you.
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bonus:
the next morning, march peeked into the archives room to check on you both. your room was empty, so she definitely knew you never returned for the night. but seeing you and dan heng peacefully curled up together on his (honestly, uncomfortable looking) makeshift bed, she couldn't help but grin widely as she fumbled with her camera to snap a quick picture for later on.
"march, why are you spying on dan heng?" himeko raised a brow behind the girl who quickly made a shushing motion, sliding the door open a little wider so she could peek at the spectacle of the two of you happily cuddled up with each other. "ah, i see." himeko smiled mirthfully, shaking her head as she waved her hand. "just don't embarrass them too much, march."
march 7th snickered as she snapped another picture, knowing once you both woke up, the teasing you would get from her would be unimaginable.
hope you enjoyed!! i'm actually so scared to post this haha,, but i love dan heng he's my fav he's so babygirl
